Affection

When we live in a metropolis we get used to living in war. A subtle, leaderless war. But a war that makes us get accustomed to things we should not. Every day we dress in the clothes of that moment, the face of that hour.Our gestures are observed, our modes are measured, we are seen and sometimes we do not see. It’s a war that starts in and slowly finds an opponent. It seems strange, right … But there are weapons that came in our chest, in our soul. These weapons can not be forgotten.

Who lives in the big city complains of loneliness. This does not mean that they lack companionship, I think what is missing is affection. When we are raised with affection, I think our body makes an extra reserve for emergencies.

I say this, because I live here in this world, in São Paulo, alone and there is only one way to not feel lonely. I seek within myself this reserve which was granted to me during my childhood and adolescence. My parents are my gurus. They gave me a very humble and quiet life view. They always say that we only live well in this world if we share our lives with other people. To know how to share is to be supportive. And being supportive is first and foremost knowing how to receive what the other can offer you and not what you would like to receive without labels.

This vision influenced my life and the relationship I have with the people with whom I work and live. Solidarity made me a better person. And affection is the foundation that shapes my state of mind.

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